Because of an argument but for me it was a fight

I just feel it's to early, but I know it will be to late. Here and there are important, that's true. Because all and everything what is happening stays in. In crumps, you will make effort to wipe off but store inside of a bag you bought yourself, some on the table you'll eat because of the taste. The thing is, some will always be there. You are confused how I come along with him, when he triggered it with you within, but he did more then said, he told me what happend, but he also tried to staying make me laugh it off. You always said, no you didn't said. But I know you've meant it that way. With every: ,,you don't need to" You always let me do, even though you never felt the same. I know you wanted to not hurt me, so things must've been let unsaid right? Now you blocked him not me. But I blocked you. I needed to. I don't know. I am not sure. But what sure leaves me crumbled, whenever you are touching me through accident, it leaves deep blue spots. Even though it wasn't harsh. But I always feel it is seemed harsh. It is meant harsh. Or when you are near me, I push the chair centimeters away. And won't talk with you, and even ignore you. And not smile at you. I hate ignoring, but somehow not, when I do it towards you.